by Alexis Anne
Contents
Title Page
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Alexis Anne
Copyright
Tease
-Volume 3-
By Alexis Anne
http://alexisannebooks.com/
Smashwords Edition
To N~
This one’s for you (and you know why). The next one’s mine.
Chapter 1
Saturday, 1 a.m.
The bed was cold. That was my first thought as I stirred from a deep sleep. That, and how damn empty it made me feel.
Odd.
And then I realized what had woken me up—Adam’s voice in the next room.
“Naw man. I can’t yet. I told you, not until I know for sure. I’m glad the stuff I sent you the other night worked out so well, but until I see the results I’m not taking a chance like that. This needs to be a sure thing or I’m out.”
Out?
“If the temperature readings you sent hold true tomorrow, then everything should work as planned and you’ll get the extra speed you were looking for.”
Adam was probably trying to be nice by going into the next room for his middle of the night phone call, but unfortunately it wasn’t doing any good. My apartment had shockingly good acoustics and he happened to be standing in the exact spot—just in front of my bookshelves—where sound bounced off the back wall, right under the closed door, and into my room. He may as well have been lying in bed beside me. At least then I’d still be warm and not experiencing this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“See how things go today, talk with the team, and then if everyone is on the same page I’ll let Dave know. I get back a week from Sunday.” There was a brief pause followed by Adam letting out an exasperated breath of air. “No Raif, I’m not doing this over the phone. I owe Dave a face-to-face conversation about this. End of story.”
The hair on the back of my neck stood on end as they said their goodbyes. Did this have something to do with Adam rushing off the other night after dinner? Mysterious late night calls seemed to be a thing with Adam.
I had no idea what this phone call was about and I hated how curious I felt. It made me want to sit up in bed and demand answers to my millions of questions. It was an instinctive response I seemed to have absolutely no control over.
I didn’t want to be that girl. I didn’t want to ask him to explain his phone call or the details of his life. Sure, if he wanted to voluntarily share I was probably at a place to listen, but asking questions of my own volition…I didn’t know how to be that person yet and I wasn’t ready to act purely on gut reactions to feelings I didn’t fully understand.
So as I heard Adam moving back toward my room I pretended to be asleep. I relaxed all my muscles, took a deep breath, and tried to keep my breathing as even as I could. Adam quietly opened my door and closed it behind him. No wonder I didn’t hear him leave—he was like a ninja. I barely felt the bed dip as he slid underneath the comforter and slowly moved right up beside me.
His skin was hot against mine and my heart rate immediately skyrocketed, making my act even harder to maintain. Stupid lust-filled body. Perhaps I could pretend I was having a wet dream and he could ‘wake me up’ from it with some real fun.
But before I could decide whether to roll my hips against his, or moan seductively in my ‘sleep’, Adam brushed the hair back from my face and sighed. What in the hell was that? It was tender and intimate. His sigh sounded confused and frustrated.
When had I gotten to know his sounds so well?
I knew he was watching me. His eyes had this intensity I could feel even when I wasn’t looking at him. Then he wiggled down a little further on the bed, pressing even closer, and pulled my arm across his broad chest, placing his hand over mine as it rested against his beating heart. He sighed again and within moments his breathing fell into a rhythm and he was asleep.
I lay awake, frozen and completely afraid to breathe or move in case I accidentally woke him back up. I needed time to process everything that had just happened. That and the fact he was holding my hand and brushing my hair when he thought I was sleeping and, and…I liked it. So much. I liked Adam. I liked every damn thing about him.
It had finally happened.
I liked a guy.
A guy who was leaving in just over a week.
Chapter 2
Saturday morning
My bed was empty and cold again, but this time the sun was streaming in through the open windows and the smell of bacon was wafting in from the kitchen. Adam was a naturally early riser, plus he usually lived in a radically different time zone. Needless to say he was up early and accomplishing more before Calhoun Beach woke up than normal people completed all day. Certainly more than me. I got up early during the week for work because I had to. Otherwise I’d sleep until noon.
But he didn’t mind. According to Adam, my desire to sleep-in was actually a good thing. It gave him time to do his thing before I got up—that way he didn’t feel the need to go back to his place just to work on a few things since he was still working remotely on his laptop in the mornings. Nothing big, but stuff that needed his touch each day.
Our opposite schedules worked for me, too. While Adam was already passed out beside me, I was reading late into the night in peace and quiet. It gave us each the space we needed while also maximizing our time together.
The clock was ticking, at least that’s how it felt. A week had already flown by and next Saturday would be our last day together. That weird feeling was back in the pit of my stomach—the one I knew was attached to my growing connection with Adam. It was stronger when he was gone. I missed him…like, seriously, deeply missed him when we weren’t together. Fuck, even when he was up taking that call he was too far away. This was bad. So, so bad.
When I rolled over to get up, I found a steaming cup of coffee on the nightstand with a note, “Good morning. I told you I could fuck you and bring you coffee without ruining your life. Mission accomplished.”
For some stupid reason, that little hand-written card made heat pool between my legs so hard and fast I had to squeeze my thighs together to stem the sudden flow of desire.
Coffee. I needed coffee before I jumped Adam’s bones.
I kept adjusting while I drank in an attempt to find a position that didn’t turn me on even more, but the damage was already done. I was horny and every move only made me hornier. So I sucked down what I could and swung my legs out of bed on a mission to seduce my breakfast chef.
“Good morning, Gorgeous,” he murmured without looking up from the sink. He was dressed in boxers and nothing else. They hung low on his hips revealing the very top of his short happy trail.
I bit my lip as I tried to pry my eyes away from my prize. “Good morning. Thanks for the coffee.”
He looked up and grinned. “I keep my promises. Bacon is ready. Would you prefer waffles or omelets?”
I slid behind him and pressed my t-shirt covered breasts to his bare back as I reached around to the bacon on the counter. “Or you could just eat me.” Let’s face it—I was never going to be subtle. Not where Adam was concerned.
He froze with a wet strawberry in one hand and his other on the faucet. He shuddered ever so slightly before setting the strawberry down and turning to face me. His eyes were dark and intense as he put his hands on my hips and picked me up, placing me on the countertop. “You make very dangerous suggestions early in the morning.”
“We’re on sex-cation. Danger is my middle name.”
That got a grin and an eyebrow
pop. “I’ll compromise. I’ll give you a little of what you want while I make you breakfast. Deal?” He slid his hand over my hip and down between my legs, massaging lightly in a slow circle.
“Deal,” I gasped as my hips bucked forward, looking for more friction.
But his other hand came down and held me in place. “Oh no you don’t. My kitchen, my rules. You want what I got?”
I nodded quickly as I began to throb for more. I hated when he made me wait…but only because of how much I loved it.
“Good. Now, waffles or omelets?”
His question brought me temporarily back to reality. “Wait, what? I don’t have a waffle iron-thingy.” I paused while I actually gave it some serious thought. Did Allison have one? No, I definitely didn’t remember her ever making me waffles.
Adam grinned and stepped over to the large storage container he’d brought with him last night. “I came armed to cook for you this weekend. I assumed, rightly so, that you wouldn’t have anything useful. Seriously, how do you survive?”
I shrugged and inched a little closer to the edge of the counter while I waited patiently for Adam to arrange his ingredients and tools. Kitchen things weren’t called tools, were they? Instruments? What the hell were they called?
“What are you thinking so hard about over there?” Adam asked as he mixed the batter.
“You’ll laugh.” I tried to wave him off but, dang it, I really couldn’t think of the word. Tools just sounded so appropriate.
He cocked his head with curiosity and walked over to me with the bowl. “Tell me and I’ll reward you.”
He was training me to respond to incentives. The moment he said ‘reward’ my whole body lit up in anticipation. “I’m not sure it’s worth it.” Admitting I didn’t know the proper name for kitchen tools in exchange for foreplay was a close call.
He paused, eyes fixed on me, as he attempted to assess my latest vague reply. Then his eyes lit up and he grinned, pulling one side of his lips up in a drop-dead sexy way. I wanted to kiss the corner of those lips but he was too far away. Adam set the bowl down and dipped a finger in the batter as his other arm wrapped around my waist, pulling my hips against his and tipping me back so that I had no control. “I need a taste tester,” his voice was deep and husky, the way it always sounded when he was very, very turned-on. “Open.”
I immediately complied, like a puppet on a string. He slid the battered finger into my mouth while pressing his erection between by legs. It felt so good and I groaned as I closed my lips around his finger and licked the batter.
It was sweet and Adam’s finger was warm. The combination of sensations made me want more. I sucked harder and closed my eyes as we ground against each other. I slid my palms up the ripples of his muscles and wrapped my arms around his neck, but he shook his head and pulled back, waggling his damp finger at me. “No more until you tell me what you were thinking about.”
He immediately turned back to his batter and checked the temperature on the waffle iron, ignoring me completely.
How did he do that? How did he simply walk away from me when I was so ready to have him inside me? It was like a super power. One I most certainly did not possess.
I grabbed another piece of bacon, crossed my legs on the countertop, and sighed. “I was trying to think of a word.”
“A word? You probably just need more coffee.”
Oh, if only it were that easy. But I knew coffee wasn’t my problem, it was a distinct lack of experience where the kitchen was concerned. “No, it’s a simple word. That’s why I didn’t want to tell you.”
He poured the batter and closed the iron before leaning against the counter and crossing his arms over his chest. “Just ask me. I won’t laugh and you shouldn’t feel silly. Everyone forgets simple words sometimes. It is not that big of a deal. Especially before breakfast.”
He was sexy and adorable cooking for me with barely a lick of clothing on his gorgeous body. God, I wanted him inside me. I grabbed the tool on the counter beside me. If asking got me fantastic breakfast sex, then so be it. “This. What are these things called?”
Adam shrugged. “They have a lot of names. Spatula, flipper—”
“—no. All of them. What are kitchen tools called?”
He paused with the most confused look on his handsome face and then realization dawned on him. “Oh… utensils. They’re called utensils.”
I squeezed my eyes shut. Of course that’s what they were called. Now that he said it, the word sounded so completely ordinary. Well, for normal people, anyway. Sometimes being around Adam reminded me how totally not-normal I was. It left me feeling unsure of myself. My normal safety nets were gone and the things I usually did (like keeping people out of my life) didn’t work. He wasn’t doing it on purpose. It was quite the opposite—Adam was simply being himself.
He walked back across the kitchen to stand in front of me with a weird look in his eyes. I wasn’t sure what the look was, but I had a feeling it landed somewhere in the neighborhood of pity and wonder. Adam had acted differently around me ever since my little admission about my past. Not bad, but a little more cautious. He hadn’t asked any more questions or necessarily treated me any differently, but in little things like this, there was a different tone to his reactions. They were softer and deeper. It made me feel vulnerable and safe all at the same time.
Adam reached down into the sink and pulled another strawberry out of the strainer. He dipped it into a bowl of sugar and smiled as he moved my legs back down from their crossed position. “You seemed to like the batter, how about the strawberries?”
I’d never understood the attraction behind feeding someone else as a form of foreplay, but the way Adam was holding food out for me to take, with that dark glint in his eyes and rasp to his voice, I realized there were ways it could be very, very sexy.
I opened my lips, but he held it just out of my reach while he moved his hands up my thighs and under my panties. By the stupid grin on his face, I could tell Adam was very happy with my state of arousal.
He dipped his finger inside me and I moaned. The invasion was so very welcome. It was good to finally have something inside me, pushing back against all the need swelling between my legs. He pressed a second finger inside and I tilted my head back and gasped, unable to catch my breath. That was when I finally tasted the sugar on my tongue. Adam delicately rested the strawberry against my lips. His fingers pressed inside as I ate, sucking the juice and licking the sugar. His palm pressed against my clit and rubbed a slow, inconsistent circle, not that I could pay attention to any of it. My mind was torn between the strawberry and the way his fingers were making me feel: hot and bothered and ready to rip those boxers off his body and screw breakfast. The waffles could burn for all I cared.
I bucked against his palm and thrust my breasts up against the soft cotton of my t-shirt. There was just enough resistance to make my nipples feel good. I was ready to grab for Adam and pull his cock inside me, more than happy to have sex on my counter or in my sink—however we ended up, I didn’t care—when the buzzer on the waffle iron went off.
Adam withdrew his fingers and the strawberry with a wicked grin. “Breakfast.”
I wasn’t sure if I was going to reward him or punish him for teasing me like that. Either way, I was going to get my orgasm.
Chapter 3
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” I asked. It was my turn to be evil. I was holding my box…well, my main box anyway. My favorite toys.
“I’ve been ready since you mentioned them.” He reached out and I pulled it away.
“Oh no. I need to hear promises first.”
“Promises?”
“Promises. Opening a woman’s box is like opening her diary. I need to know you can handle the knowledge you are about to get.”
“Oh, I can handle it. Trust me.”
I rolled my eyes. I had no doubt he could ‘handle’ whatever wild things he imagined I had hidden in my box of fun. The question wasn’t whether I
was going to shock him—it was whether I could trust him to keep his shit together. “Sometimes men get a little too excited when they see toys to play with, Adam.”
He arched an eyebrow and folded his arms over his chest. “And what have I ever done that would make you think I would lose it now? I think I’ve done an excellent job of demonstrating how much restraint I have in me.” He took the box out of my hands and set it on the bed, all without taking his gorgeous eyes off of me. “I just want to have some fun. With you.”
“It’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt.”
“Elizabeth.”
I kissed him lightly on the lips. It was fun to play back. “Yes?”
“Open the box.”
“You know I have more than one, right?”
He stopped breathing. The shadow of control was wavering. “Is that right?”
“Mmmm,” I nodded. “I might show you the other one. We’ll see how this goes.”
He shook his head. “And why would you keep some of them from me?”
This was where I knew I had the advantage. The other night at dinner I’d offered to continue our friendly arrangement via video. “For the future. I’ve gotta keep some tricks up my sleeve for the video sex we’re gonna have.”
He perked up at that. “Oh, you don’t need any tricks for that, I’m still excited you agreed to it at all.” He pulled me against him and kissed me. “Toys are fun, but I don’t need something new every night to keep my interest.”
“Just the same,” I kissed him back, “I like keeping some things to myself. One step at a time…isn’t that what you keep telling me?”
He groaned and stepped back. “Using my own words against me. Evil.”
I shrugged and flipped the top off my little black box of toys. “Evil or smart. It’s a fine line. Now, are you ready?”
He made a noise in the back of his throat as he peered inside. He ran his fingers over the assortment I considered my ‘go-to’ toys for normal play. The other box I still had hidden was for more uninhibited adventures. “This is so hot and kinky…” he whispered it as if saying it any louder would cause him pain.
